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Tag Archives: Theodosia Henney
The vet had to take his eyes out of his head, the mangy black kitten found next to the road. They swelled up milky green, the rawness of peeled grapes and bulged so far out from his face he looked … Continue reading
Bitten, a small mammal scurries, muscles seize— a slow death—while the adder follows at a distance. Theodosia Henney is a Pushcart Prize-nominated queer whose poems and flash prose have appeared or are forthcoming in over a dozen publications, including RHINO, … Continue reading
I don’t see him throw the coffee on her, but in a blink she is sopping and rigid— he is already out the door. I fill my fists with napkins, approach slowly to dab her face and neck. “You okay?” … Continue reading
We pressed toward the mouth of the jungle, the rush of motorbikes and ocean falling away. The dead cow was the color of smoke and cream; still warm when we passed by her the first time. Men in straw hats … Continue reading
Animals can teach you about violence. I say this because of the chickens. They don’t know they are descended from carnivorous giants, gastornis in the north, phorusrhacidae to the south, all mammal killers. They have no idea; once apex predators … Continue reading
My mother’s mother spoke French to her four children, the language of her finishing school in Paris, words spoken around cigarettes stuck in long, silver flute holders. Her oldest son lost speech and his right side to a stroke months … Continue reading